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(1) BONKERS

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NOTE: Since this story takes place before the DJD was made, we are switching Helex's and Tesarus's names. Those names come from fallen cities during the War for Cybertron. Helex's original name is "Crucible", and Tesarus's original name is "Scissorsaw".

I ain't the type of fellow that likes hard labor, but desperate times call for odd jobs. I got fired by my last employer. The bloke told me "Crucible, you just aren't cut out for this."

Aren't cut out? Hell, I was packaging things in a factory. Putting plastic pellets into bags isn't that hard, but I just know the fool didn't really care for me. I mean, what can I say? I can be a little bit daft at some points, not going to lie, but I try my best. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes I come in and don't really want to work.

I was going through those ads online calling for workers, and I found this one. It was a bit dodgy, but it seemed like the owner of the 'yard had about as much care as I did.

NEEDED: A PERSON TO MELT THINGS
WHERE: JUNKYARD ON MILWAY

PAY: I don't know yet

The stupid little ad did cause me to giggle quite a bit, so I decided to go check it out. Milway is a rather poorly upkept gravel road traveling out of the city of Kaon, and I know what junkyard the guy is talking about. I checked it out this morning. I wanted to appear bright and chipper, so I went early to show that I am at least somewhat responsible. When I finally arrived, I had to travel through a great maze of trash and whatever, and I eventually found the lad.

He was a bit shorter than I, but he was very gruff and somewhat vile, I must add. I approached him and introduced myself, but he seemed quite bored with me. I told him about my grand smelter in my chest, and he did seem to slightly admire that.

"What's the name?" he said.

"Crucible."

"I'm Scissorsaw. When you wanna start?"

And so here I am, back in the afternoon. Scissorsaw has a powerful grinder in his chest, so he is able to grind while I melt whatever he happens to shred. He does have a melter, but my special little skill means I don't have to use it. I melt the stuff and then pour the liquified metals into block molds. Scissorsaw sells it all based on their weight. Bloke doesn't make much money, but he says he is willing to split whatever we make. I am immune to my extreme heat but he is not, so Scissorsaw and I are set up on opposite sides of a dusty expanse near Scissorsaw's poor excuse for a home.

I don't have a very impressive apartment of my own, so I can't say anything. Even if I had more money than I knew what to do with, I still wouldn't judge him. I ain't really the judgy type.

"You gotta house?" Scissorsaw shouts after he finishes grinding up which I think is a dead body. He gets quite a few of those dumped here.

"Yes," I reply.

"Eh, you welcome to stay here if you want. I need you back here right when the sun rises, so if you wanna cut out the drive, you can stay."

"Sure. I got an eviction notice anyways."

That really tickles Scissorsaw, and a hearty cackle shoots from his mouth. I see this as a chance to become at least somewhat friends with him, so I approach Scissorsaw, laughing as well. I place a three fingered hand on his incredibly wide shoulder, and he shoves my grip away hastily. A vile snarl spreads across his face, and his fanged teeth glint in the hard sunlight.

"Don't touch me," he spits.

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

Ah, so he's one of those folk. They seem kinda barmy at first, but they grow on you. I had a friend like that back in Academy; poor fool didn't want no one putting their mitts on him. I mean, I do understand. People are obnoxious, and I don't want everyone rubbing their fingers on me. I do like a good touch while kissin' someone, though.

Anyways, I go back to my corner of the 'yard and finish up my work for the day. As the sun sets, Scissorsaw ventures into his home and returns with two glasses of glittering energon. He settles down on his porch and puts the second cup on the porch's cap rail, leaving it for me to grab. I come over, sweating like crazy. I ain't bothered by my own heat, but the sun starts to pack a punch after awhile. Not to mention, all the sand around where I was working is smelted into glass. Hopefully Scissorsaw doesn't mind too much.

I pick up the cup and take a sip. It isn't the refined stuff I am used to, but it gives me a little pick me up before we go off to fully recharge. I spark up a little conversation.

"How long you been here?" I inquire as I step onto the porch. Scissorsaw is sitting on the ground.

"Why does it matter to you?" His optic glitters as he admires the sinking star on the horizon.

"Don't know. I just wanna talk a bit. Seems like we're going to be spending some time together."

"Listen," Scissorsaw sets his empty glass down. "we are here to work and sell and then move on. There is no future between us."

I get it he isn't the social type, but there is a difference between being tense around people and being a piece of slag. And Scissorsaw is definitely acting like the latter.

"Well, I prefer to get to know the people I work with," I retort.

"Then maybe this job ain't for you." Scissorsaw rises off the ground and steps towards me, obviously wanting to get through the front door of his house. He jerks his head to the side, towards the shadows of Kaon. "Beat it."

"You're absolutely bonkers," I mutter.

"What?"

"I said you are absolutely, absotutely bonkers! Off your rocker! You are very naff!"

"The hell does 'naff' mean?"

"Not very cool."

"I don't need some dimwit like you to tell me if I am 'cool'. Move."

I slide closer to the door and lean against it, crossing all four of my arms. "Oh? Away from the door? Wanna get inside but too afraid to touch me?"

"I ain't afraid of touchin' no one." Scissorsaw seizes my shoulders and tosses me to the side, and I stumble to the ground, a cloud of sand flying up. "I just don't like it when they touch me."

Scissorsaw slams the door shut behind him, and the balusters on the porch shake from the force. I laugh a tiny bit. Scissorsaw is an entertaining lad, isn't he?